User blog comment:Bartholomew Bilberry Bowstring/The First of Many/@comment-32303-20160426040820/@comment-32303-20160428185642

''Malachi drew his claymore with a faint hiss of steel and whirled the massive blade around him until it seemed to turn into a flashing silver blur. He neatly flicked off one of the vixen's whiskers an inch from her muzzle before stopping it with its lethal point resting an inch from her nose, ''"Ef ah wanted ye daid, fox, ye'd already be daid. Remember that." ''He glanced to Thistle and Scuttle, then down the blood channel of his sword at the captive. ''"Take 'er back an' ask the Skip tae meet mah near the auld Corim hideoot, will ye? I've got somethin' there ah've got tae pick oop. The Warrior tauld mah tae hide 'et there a month back."